As I fell into the rhythm of the words, as I savored the way Dickens was planting his signposts for the development of the plot, as I watched him create unforgettable characters in a page or two, I felt a kind of peace. This wasn’t hectic. I wasn’t skittering around here and there. I wasn’t scanning headlines and skimming pages and tweeting links. I was reading.

What I am going to do, is take some time every day to read.

Ebert: The quest for frisson

Dum Dum Girls Everybody s Out by SaladFork

Repost from old blog, 12/28/2006

Nobody likes you.
Nobody enjoys you.
Nobody wants to hang out with you.
The phone doesn’t ring.
You could call, but that would be imposing, and they probably would rather you didn’t call, anyway.
They think of you, briefly – one says “did you call him?”
The other says “no, did you?”
They laugh – oh well.
They see a movie, they go drinking, dancing, fucking. They have similar interests, similar musical tastes. They have shared experiences, all of which solidify their bonds.
They have full and wild and fascinating lives.
They are full of goals that they will achieve.
Conversation flows effortlessly, things happen that they will talk about afterwards, stories they’ll have for the rest of their lives.
These things never happen when you’re around.
Your presence breeds discomfort. Nobody knows what to say.
You are kept around only out of habit, or because you make them feel better about themselves.
Try to tell yourself that you are worth something, that you have secrets, that one day you will laugh in their faces.
Sit back and watch it never happen.

Repost from old blog, 1/20/2009

…are my favorite.

Pornography, from the Greek, means literally ‘whore writing.’ You know you are a whore and you write about it. This differs from other literary careers in which you may write for years before you discover you are whore.

–Lars Eighner

The best/worst shot in Inland Empire.

In the years since, I had realized that the things that happened in our dorm, didn’t happen in every dorm. I mean, I am sure some of them happened in every dorm, but not all of them, not so much. I had done more than my share to encourage things to happen in the dorm. But if you had told me then that I would spend the evening of my twenty-seventh birthday with Chris giving me a wank, I would have said you were crazy. That wasn’t my plan at all.

I’ve said this before, but Lars Eighner’s book Wank: The Tapes really blew my mind when I first read it in 2001, and opened up the possibilities for me of what gay erotica could be.

Lars has just posted the entire text of Wank to his blog, and I’m pretty much deliriously happy about it, as it will give many more people a chance to read and enjoy it and maybe, possibly, have their minds blown.  Cause as far as I’m concerned, Eighner is the king.

Here it is. Enjoy.

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So it’s the fifth anniversary of Dennis Cooper’s blog, and if you’ve never checked in with the community there, you’re doing yourself a disservice. DC’s got me my first contact with an editor, and my first contact with Rebel Satori Press, who are going to publish Backwoods. I owe them a great deal, but besides that it’s just a fascinating place where I’ve been exposed to a number of strange and wonderful things.

I gave the blog a birthday gift which was posted yesterday (under my alias “bacteriaburger”), you can check it out here.

Repost from old blog, 1/17/2009